Our Souls at Night Page #2

some sunshine during the midday hours.

That'll help destabilize the atmosphere,

so thunderstorms will develop again

tomorrow afternoon...

I wasn't sure if you'd come back.

Why not?

I don't know.

You didn't leave your pajamas here

last time.

I didn't...

I didn't want to seem presumptuous.

It might be easier

if you left a few things here.

Well, then you wouldn't

have to carry them.

So... why me?

What, you think I'd just pick anybody?

Well, no, just curious. I just wondered.

I always thought

you were someone I could talk to.

And you're a lot better-looking

- than Jerry Henderson. Yeah.

- Henderson?

- You know, the truth is...

- Hmm?

I always thought you were a good man.

- You did?

- Mm-hmm.

So how have you thought of me,

if you ever have?

Oh. I've thought of you.

- No.

- No, not just that.

But a person of substance,

of character.

Whatever gave you that impression?

Because the way you lived your life,

the way you managed your life

after Carl died.

I knew the way it was with Diane and me,

and it seemed to me you were doing

a lot better than I was.

And I... I admired that.

But you never came over

or made a point of talking to me.

Well... that would've been intrusive.

- I mean...

- Yeah, intrusive.

You know, I think...

that you should come

through the front door next time.

- Well, like I said, people talk.

- Oh, let them talk.

You know, I've spent my whole life

worrying about what people think.

So, uh, what else do you want to know?

Well, I have some questions.

Yeah, such as?

Well, where you're from,

what you were like as a little girl,

how you met Carl, who your friends are.

Well, what? I could go on.

I could... You know?

What you believe in,

what party you vote for.

- Hello?

- Oh, thank God.

Holly?

- I was ready to call the police.

- What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong, Dad.

I was worried about you.

I called three times last night.

You didn't answer.

Oh, um...

Where were you?

I guess I just didn't hear

the phone, Holly.

Well, maybe it's time you invest

in those hearing aids we talked about.

What?

Dad?

Yes?

I was kidding, Holly. That's a joke.

Oh.

So what else is going on?

What are you up to?

Uh, not much.

- Well, hello, there.

- Oh.

Tell me about the other woman.

Her name was Tamara,

still is if she's alive.

- She was a teacher, too, right?

- Uh-huh.

Yeah. You know, I saw her

once or twice in the parking lot

when I went to pick Gene up from school.

She was tall, exotic.

- Native American, right?

- Yeah.

She was married to a salesman,

um, and they had a daughter,

about the same age as Holly.

Well, at that time, Diane and I,

we really weren't doing so well.

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